Two sides to Every Story

Chapter Seven: Memiuex

Vice must have thought I would bail and jump out my bedroom window because he didn’t wait outside the apartment like he said he would. He shoved me back into my room and waited impatiently outside my door. I had no idea what to wear, or where we were even going. What was I getting myself into? Why the hell did I just agree to go on a date with him, could it possibly be the result of a brain aneurysm? There was a knock from the door to Vice’s room, “Meme, can I come in?” Damien asked in a muffled voice.

I trudged over to the end of my bed and yanked the door open.

“Hey, um so I heard about your date tonight.” He stumbled in looking down at his shoes.

“Yeah, in all honesty I have no idea how this even happened.” I searched frantically through my dresser drawers.

“I never pegged you as the type of girl to give into him. But I guess I was wrong…” he sat down on my bed, still not looking at me directly.

I turned around angrily, “Isn’t this what all of you have been waiting for? You’re all always telling me to date Vice. Now that I am you have a problem with it? God, I just can’t catch a break!” I threw my hands up in the air and flopped down on the bed next to Damien.

“I’m sorry,” he said sweetly as he began to play with my hair, “I’m in kind of a weird mood. Come on, what can I help you with?”

“Well for starters, I have no idea what to wear!” I screamed into a pillow.

“Haha! Don’t worry kiddo, superman is here to save the day.” He bounced off the bed and strode to my closet. For a moment it looked as though he’d been swallowed alive by the vicious monster that is my closet.

“Ah-ha! I’ve got it!” He jumped out of the closet with a triumphant smile on his face waving some clothes in the air.

Curiosity got the better of me. “What did you find?” I asked peeking out from behind my pillow.

Damien set the clothes down on my bed and showed them to me one at a time.

“First I have selected the finest plaid mini skirt.” He lowered it down to his waist and modeled it by giving a few shakes of his hips. “Next is a white collared blouse with a thin black tie.”

“The school girl look?” I said raising an eyebrow.

“I saw you wearing it once and I thought it was cute…besides I haven’t finished yet!” he stomped his foot irritated.

“Okay, okay I’m sorry. Please continue.” I smiled weakly.

“To finish it all off I picked out white Doc Martens and some black knee high stockings.” Damn he was good.

“Are you sure you’re not gay?” I laughed.

“Um…yeah I’m sure. I just happen to know what looks good on you, and if Vice doesn’t think so then I’ll take you on a date myself!”

Sometimes Damien could say all the right things to make me feel better, when he wasn’t trying to act like a bad ass tough guy. He left the room grudgingly and I proceeded to get dressed. After I pulled up my stockings and laced up my boots I ran over to the door and jerked it open. Apparently while I had been changing, Vice had gone home to change too. Once he saw me he stood up straight and tilted his head back surprised.

“You look…amazing.” He gulped. Vice didn’t look so bad himself. He wore a tight fit grey pinstripe vest, a black deep V neck, jet black skinny jeans, black Vans, and a long black wooden rosary. He was the poster boy for hot emo guys.

“Do I have something on my face?” Panic swept through him as his hand swatted at his cheeks and nose. To be honest, his face was perfect. He was super pale with straight black hair, a Monroe pierced on each side of his upper lip. Every time he smiled they moved up and down, so cute!

“No, I was just…” I stammered.

“Having a stalker moment?” He smirked.

“Shut up stupid!” I punched him in the shoulder. He burst out in a fit of laughter and intertwined his fingers with mine. He placed his other hand on the door knob.

“You ready Meme?” There was a spark of something wicked in his eye.

I was really going to do this.